tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196779.post6572597516980345591..comments2015-01-30T19:58:26.697-05:00Comments on Pappillon: DTJ TaborvilleJMPnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29196779.post-68928738628163498632006-11-05T10:20:00.000-05:002006-11-05T10:20:00.000-05:00Before I was a cyclist, I was a gymnast in Clevela...Before I was a cyclist, I was a gymnast in Cleveland, Ohio, USA. And I'm saddened to admit that I hated it, and didn't realize the rich cultural heritage that I would eventually miss-out on. <br /><br />My mother spoke fluent Czech, as did my uncle and grandmother. Alas, my dad, Irishman that he was, didn't want "Hunky" ideas in the heads of his sons. He forbade our mother from teaching my brother David and me the language, and our participation in Czech cultural activities was never roundly endorsed. <br /><br />I do remember my mom's furtive attempts to at least teach me how to say in Czech the words for nose, and eyes, and ears, mouth, teeth, etc... We would practice for a few minutes at a time in my grandmother's (Babi) cottage in Taborville.joephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03571324427687040426noreply@blogger.com